A Short Story: Saginaw And Bad Axe

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III At the airport, I caught a bus to the Detroit depot where I boarded another headed north through Saginaw and Bad Axe. We should have lived in Bad Axe I thought, and my thoughts made me sad as I took a seat behind the driver. The best thing about riding the bus was that the people who ride the buss had money problems or health problems; otherwise, they would drive themselves. Therefore, they kept to themselves and allowed the other passengers the freedom to remain silent. Bao had told me that he liked dark places because he felt hidden in the shadows. He said, “Airport bars are too bright. The lights hurt my eyes and make me feel vulnerable.” “I don’t have that problem,” I responded. “I think it started on this mission over the delta,” It was midday and the VC shot our chopper down.” “Fuck,” I said. …show more content…
My mother had left my dad’s house slippers by the coat rack. I was grateful to her as the floor was cold. Hanging up my coat, I slipped into my dad’s bathrobe, which was hanging on its peg. This was an old house, and the basement with its cement block walls sucked in the cold from the ground. The basement stayed in the low fifties all winter. It wasn’t heated because no one went down there except to wash clothes on Saturday night. The house’s pine floors with is linoleum flooring was a conduit for the cold from below, and my mother kept the house cool or cold to save on heating costs. I had walked the three wooden steps leading to a six by six storm shed. An oak door, painted white on the outside, led into a short hallway, which formed a T with the kitchen on one side and the dining room on the other. The outside of the house had white aluminum siding with black trim around the windows and black shingles on the roof. We had a fireplace in the living room and the chimney exited the west side of the roof. The bedrooms were located on the second story, and my room was at the head of the stairs above the

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